Quotes from J.R. Ward

I'm blind, he told the commoner. I cannot see. That's how I knew what would matter to you and your family. I've got some experience making accommodations in this world. The gasp was loud. Wrath smiled a little. Yeah, that Blind King title isn't just gossip. It's the God's honest-and I am not ashamed of it.

In that moment, Xcor thought of each of his fighters. Zypher, the sexual conqueror. Balthazar, the thief. Syphon, the assassin. And the other one who had no name, and too many sins to count. So he was referred to as Syn.

When Rhage's beast came out, everyone, the brothers included, looked for shelter and took up praying.

With a rough shove, he pushed his palm down the front of his combats and the instant contact was made, an orgasm exploded out of him, memories of Novo from class, sparring, out in the field, flashing through his mind, keeping things going. He even went back to when he'd been inside her, her bare sex accepting his penetrations like she had been made for him and him alone.

And why had those prayers focused heavenward? Well, kind of made sense, didn't it? Even when there were no more options for the body, the heart's wishes find a way out, ans as with all warmth, love rises. Besides, the will to fly was in the nature of the soul so its home had to be up above. And gifts did come from the sky, like spring rain and summer breezes and fall sun and winter snow.

Ivie froze at the sound of the deep, low voice. Later, much later, she would remember most clearly not the moment she looked into his eyes, but rather the split second before she did. And that was because, when you were falling from a great distance, spinning and turning in mid-air, uncertain of your chances of surviving the landing, the thing that was even more vivid than when you hit was the last moment before consequence owned you.

The goatee was a neutral—unless you assessed it on style. In which case the fucker was a travesty of Rogaine proportions.

His heart was as empty as her stare.

And I will always be your warrior, Mary mine. Always and forever." Mary

I'm sorry," Butch muttered. "I behaved unprofessionally. It won't happen again." Helania lifted her head off Boone's pec. "Are you kidding me? I want to shoot him, too." "No one's shooting anybody," Vishous cut in. Then he rolled his eyes. "And you know people be losin' their shit if I'm the one saying something like that.

Sometimes the only thing that got you through hell was that you were in too deep to pull out. -Ehlena's thoughts

How about I duct-tape his ass cheeks together? Short-sheet his bed? Ex-Lax his chocolate pudding…? I have other ideas, you know…

now he knew why God didn't give people superpowers. Humans were dangerous enough as it was. . .

thought the hard part about being a dad was going to be the arguments—like her bringing some knuckle-dragging mouth breather home and expecting me not to slice off his smooth criminals and plant them in the yard. But

Zebra print leggings. A black leather jacket. Boots as big as your head, a pink feather boa, blue jeans, Hanes T-shirts in white and black—

Going over to their prisoner, Vishous performed a visual assessment on Xcor. When they'd brought the bastard in here, V had strapped him onto the wooden slab table face-up and spread-eagled, locking stainless-steel cuffs on those wrists and ankles and around that thick neck—and what do you know, the guy was right where he'd left him. Color was passable. Eyes were closed. Head wound at the rear of the skull was no longer leaking, having healed already.

And he was not lonely. Never had been. Vengeance was one hell of a roommate.

Are you saying my grandmahmen is a fucking liar—" Oh, great. The only thing worse than someone calling a Brother's mahmen out was if the offender went up a generation in the bloodline and tossed his granny on the bonfire of disgrace.

If you're going to bloody the human, would you be good enough to do it in the backyard?

That Zsadist guy . . . you had to wonder when he was going to lose it. And what he was going to take out with him when he did.

And the truth was, the details didn't matter. Just like shared blood didn't matter. Family was so much more than DNA.

And why had those prayers been focused heavenward? Well, it kind of made sense, didn't it? Even when there were no more options for the body, the heart's wishes find a way out, and as with all warmth, love rises. Besides, the will to fly was in the nature of the soul, so its home had to be up above.

V?" Vishous raised his stare. "Yeah?" "I think you should know, after all this deep conversatin'…" Butch shook his head gravely. "We still ain't dating." The two of them busted out laughing

Maybe she just needed out. Out of Caldwell. Out of the CCJ. Out of the electronic family of her alarm clock and the phone on her desk and the TV that kept her dreams away while she slept.